Zhou Man has had the same dream since childhood. Rainforests, snowfields, space stations... In his dreams, he dies over and over, and each time he dies, he learns another way to kill. The voice in his dreams is emotionless. It calls him "Wu-07" and grades him on every death.
He hid the designation up his sleeve and swallowed his skills, growing up safe and sound for twelve years with Old Zhou amid the fragrance of porridge in the slums.
Until the night before his twelfth birthday: [Brainwave synchronization rate: 97%. Estimated awakening time: within 24 hours.]
The Divine Court, destroyed a hundred years ago, is still drilling him in his dreams. Someone on the far side of the starry sea is searching for him, and all Old Zhou has left to say is: When I can't keep watch over you, come find me.
Weapons have designations. People have names. The vast ocean has no end, but the heart will find its way home.
I don't know how to express it in a thousand words, but it is so well written in a simple sentence. The content is not boring and detailed, and it is very relevant.
Everyone is welcome to read